In the white and blue school uniforms, everyone on the campus has a childish smile on their faces.
A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, holding a cup of warm milk in his hand, was pacing back and forth in front of the school. The white-rimmed glasses on his face set off his whole body very elegant and noble.
Suddenly, seeing the girl coming out, the boy ran over happily and handed the milk to the girl.
The girl took it happily, but the cup that was still milk suddenly turned into a gun in the girl's hand.
"Ah—" The girl threw away what was in her hand, and with the sound of the gun landing, the gunshot also sounded at this moment, and the boy had fallen in front of her with blood on his face.
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"Lu Qiyou!!!" Murphy woke up suddenly from the bed, sweat and tears on her face, Nan Fengxiao looked at her pale face with a black face.
Seeing her wake up, Nan Fengxiao immediately walked over and sat down by the bed. Morphy immediately rushed into Nan Feng Xiao's arms and held Nan Feng Xiao's neck tightly.
"How is he?" Murphy asked in a hoarse voice, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"Dead!" Nan Feng Xiao's icy words caused Morphy to completely collapse. Murphy pushed away Nan Feng Xiao, and was about to pull the quilt away from the bed.
"Where are you going?" Nan Fengxiao exercised patience, followed behind Murphy, looking at her limping figure, his handsome face tense.
The moment Mophy opened the door, Nan Fengxiao suddenly grabbed Mophy.
"Nan Fengxiao, I killed him, I killed Lu Qiyou!" Murphy fell soft to the ground, crying constantly, reproaching herself.
Nan Feng Xiao squatted down and hugged Moffy from behind. Moffy leaned her head on Nan Feng Xiao's chest, crying heartbreakingly.
"It's not your fault. He committed suicide by himself. We don't have any responsibility." Nan Fengxiao said in a low voice, his thin lips kissed the tears on Murphy's face.
Murphy hooked Nan Fengxiao's neck and cried harder.
Nan Fengxiao hugged her lovingly, patted Murphy's back lightly with his big hand, his face was heavy.
Murphy didn't know how long she had been crying, until she couldn't cry and her feet were numb.
Nan Fengxiao picked up the squirming Morphy, went directly to the bedroom, and put the person on the bed gently.
Morphy grabbed Nan Feng Xiao's neck and refused to let go, staring pitifully at Nan Feng Xiao, his eyes were red.
"Don't go, I'm afraid!" Murphy's voice was already hoarse, and his face was as pale as white paper.
Nan Fengxiao lowered his head, and put a soft kiss on Murphy's forehead, comforting, "Hey, I won't go!"
Only then did Morphy lie down in peace, holding Nan Feng Xiao's hand, looking at the ceiling, "South Feng Xiao, Lu Qiyou's death—"
"His death has nothing to do with you." Nan Fengxiao interrupted Murphy directly, pinched Murphy's chin and asked her to face her face to face, and said sharply: "He committed suicide. You don't understand what suicide is? Don't you? Put all the responsibilities on yourself."
"but-"
"No but." Nan Fengxiao shouted at Murphy angrily, "Lu Qiyou should have died a long time ago. If I hadn't lost my memory and knew that he had done so many things secretly, I would have killed him."
Nan Fengxiao didn't conceal anything, so he could say what he thought in his heart.
Murphy shrugged her nose, her lips were pale and dry, and when the south wind whistled, she suddenly lowered her head and kissed Murphy's lips like a lost one, repeatedly, very softly.